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06-11-2008, 07:49 PM
Djimon shrugged; he felt awkward, especially around Aliss and Star; they were smarty-pants people, he could tell. Sure, he wasn't dumb, but he wasn't a genius, eighther. He decided he should avoid them, or he'd end up picking on them; he had the odd tendency to tease people when he felt awkward, or inferior, or if he liked a girl, or if he found himself in any sort of sentimental moment at all.
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